“Do some magic for me,” said the frog.
The other frogs croaked crossly.
“You’ve got to ask politely,” one said.
“Don’t see why. She does magic for that firebird and that ogre girl.”
“They’re her friends, Splotch. You’re not her friend.”
“Does it matter?”
The other frogs laughed. ‘It matters,’ one said.
‘’If I had more bugs than I can eat, I might give some to you, because you’re my friend. If you weren’t, I’d expect you to ask politely.’
‘Sorry.” The big frog cleared its throat and started again. “Please, unicorn, would you do some magic for me?”